Long ago, in the sweet stinking sweat of August, we heard a story about Jamie Foxx and Katie Holmes, two actors, seen dancing together at a party in the Hamptons. Immediately, gossips the nation over began whispering that maybe the two were dating. But their reps, or people, or whoever says things publicly for them, said that they were just friends, just two pals dancing away a late-summer night. Foxx even called the claims “absurd” when asked in November. But now, here in the snowy hell of winter, the rumors have heated back up. Page Six is saying that not only did Holmes take a private aeroplane to California to spend time with Foxx around the time of the Grammys—California is always so lovely during Grammy season—but that they also hung out during Super Bowl weekend. They didn’t go to the game together, but they saw each other that weekend.

So are they are a pair? Page Six is careful to point out that, since Foxx is friendly with his Collateral co-star Tom Cruise, who is also Holmes’s ex-husband, the couple is “treading carefully.” But they may still be a couple! And wouldn’t that be something? Poor Cruise, wondering to himself as he floats through the solar system on one of his morning constitutionals, “Is it the Oscar?” Foxx showing off some of his Ray piano skills as he accompanies Holmes on “On My Own,” which is of course one of her Dawson’s Creek skills. Suri asking Foxx to change form or to make his fingertips glow or take her to Neptune again, and thus learning a valuable lesson that not all the adult men in her life are exactly the same. It’d be quite a thing, all the implications of this pairing. But ultimately, everyone here is a grown adult. Even Suri has the wisdom of the ancients, imparted to her through half of her genetic code, as if downloaded from a faraway satellite. So I think they ought to be able to handle it. I say good luck! Good luck to Jamie and Katie, two famous people who aren’t so famous at this point that it will blot out all the light that lets the relationship grow. They seem well-suited for each other in that regard. There will no doubt be a few awkward conversations, if they haven’t happened already, but beyond that? The weather seems fine for skyrockets. [Page SIx]

Like some kind of horrid troll, cuddliest fake-nerd in the world Adam Brody said in a recent interview with Nylon that Seth Cohen—Brody’s beloved character on The O.C., and when I say “beloved” I mean so sexually and romantically defining for a particular subset of a particular generation of girls (and some boys) that no real human man will ever live up to the impossible standard of his geeky-hot noodling—would probably be dead now. Would probably be what? Be dead?! That’s what he said. “I think he'd be going down to Mexico and probably had a bad car accident. It wasn't any fault of his own, but yeah, knowing what I know now about Seth and his poor decision-making, that's my guess.” How DARE he? That is not his decision, not even his prediction, to make! Seth Cohen is not Adam Brody’s to do with as he pleases. Yes he helped give birth to him, but just as any parent must quickly understand that their creation is its own sovereign being, owning of the world and owned by it, Adam Brody must know that he can’t just kill Seth off like that. Does he know what he’s done by saying that? Is he aware that across this nation, people are clutching to their Captain Oats dolls and shrieking “No! No!! Lies! It can’t be true,” so horrified are they by this sudden chasm between character and actor, a canyon filled with betrayal and insult?

Well, ha, yeah, I’m sure he is well aware of that. I mean, the fan community for The O.C. is like in its mid-to-late-20s if not 30s at this point, so hopefully this little throwaway interview joke isn’t totally blowing everyone’s brains, but yes, I’m sure he knows that there is a diehard contingent out there who is shocked, appalled, saddened by what he’s said. And I’d have to assume that that was his intent. He can’t have these barnacles clinging to his boat any longer. He’s a 34-year-old man who wants new opportunities, new acting adventures, and as long as he’s got these Seth Cohen maniacs out there demanding that he wear Converse sneakers and his hair all rumply and celebrate Chrismukkah every year, he can’t make genuine progress. So he’s killed Seth off, and hopefully with him some of those barnacles. Those zebra mussels clogging up his engines. Sure it was cruel, but it was necessary. Meanwhile, any fans of Sandy Cohen can feel free, and encouraged even, to do cling to him as long as they like, as Peter Gallagher assures us that Sandy is still alive, well, and making bagels. [Us Weekly]

Shaun White, the Olympic medal-bedecked snowboarder known as the Flying Tomato (because he turns bright red on airplanes, I think), announced this morning that he will not be competing in one of his scheduled events at the Sochi Olympics. He was planning to participate in the Slopestyle competition, a new event that essentially throws snowboarders and skiers down a mountain and tells them to hop up on railings and stuff and not break their necks. White said that the risk of injury is too great, especially when he really wants to focus on winning his third gold for the halfpipe. Which, OK, I buy that to some extent. The Slopestyle thing does seem pretty crazy, what with all the bumps and ramps and humps and hamps and whatever the heck else these bozos have dreamed up. But there is a suspicious added benefit to only competing in the one event: it means he can either get to Sochi late or leave Sochi early. And by all accounts so far? It’s not so fun being in Sochi. Half-finished hotels that are already dilapidated, muddy roads, and of course snow madness. Ha, just kidding about the snow madness part. It’s going to be in the 50s for like the rest of the week over there. Ain’t no snow madness to be had. But yes, only doing the one event could conceivably limit the Tomatah’s time in Russia, which is probably a good thing at this point. Sorry to Sochi, but things don’t seem all that great there! So fly away, Tomato. Fly fly away. [Us Weekly]

A small girl won a contest to spend a day with actor George Clooney, and so George Clooney spent a day with a small girl. There was some contest online that benefited one of Clooney’s charities and a bunch of people entered it, including this small child, and she won. So at some point George Clooney must have gotten a call that went something like, “You will be spending a day with a small girl” and he nodded and said, “OK.” And so the child went with him to a taping of Late Show with David Letterman and to the New York premiere of Monuments Men. She was with her mother, so George did have some adult company, but the whole purpose of the day was to spend it with a small girl. Riding in black SUVs with a little girl, talking about things. Isn’t that odd. What sort of little girl says, “I want to spend the day with George Clooney,” I wonder? Ah well, it doesn’t matter. At least one little girl said that, and she won, and so she and George Clooney spent a day together. I wonder what they talked about. Did he ask her about school? Did she ask him about the Sudan and how he remembers all his lines? And how did the day end? Did he shake hands with her and say, “Well, goodbye little girl,” and then she said “Goodbye George Clooney”? What a strange thing! “How was your day with the small child?” “Oh it was fine.” “Good.” And then you wake up the next day and you’re not with a little girl or you’re not with George Clooney and it’s almost like it never happened. Isn’t the world funny. [Daily Mail]

Sarah Jessica Parker was on Morning Joe today and she was very smart and humble and charming and it’s funny because the Morning Joe hosts were clearly a little taken aback by how well-spoken and gracious she was, because that is usually not the mode for morning news show guests. So, I dunno, you can watch that if you want. It’s pleasant. [New York Daily News]